Spring is finally here, but Tinuvel has a long way to go before Winter gives up its hold. Fell trudges through the half-melting snow — the kind that falls for a few days, then melts, then falls again a few more times for good measure well into Spring — with very little on his mind. He is not anxious for the other mares to foal, as both Kohelet and Blue had managed without a hitch; Fell assumes that everything else will go just as smoothly.

At least he does not have to crack the ice for water most days, now that the sun is beginning to thaw the worst of the Bay’s frozen shell. He will still have to dig for grazing material for some time yet, but even that won’t last forever. Overall, life has lately been… boring.

Ahead of him on his patrol, a piece of snow detaches itself and begins to walk away. Fell blinks, and recognizes the white shape as that of Mae, who had been gazing wistfully out toward the sea. The black stallion watches as she moves to catch up with the herd, but her movements seem lethargic. Fell has not seen much of her since bringing her from the Badlands, but until now he has chalked it up to acclimation to a drastically different climate.

It is Spring, now, though; he might have expected a little more energy. He thinks perhaps he has made the wrong move by leaving her alone all this time, after her half-hearted display on the Bay’s shore that first night. They had only met again once since then, and, well… that didn’t really count.

Fell jogs forward a little to keep Mae in sight as she moves along, but he doesn’t outright approach her. He shadows her for a few strides, just watching, waiting to see if she will shoo him away again. Eventually, he jogs another few paces, head held at shoulder-height, ears cupped curiously forward. He notes the swell of her barrel as he nears, and his eyes search over her for any outward signs of injury or complications. He sees none, so he lets out a silent wicker, and slows.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.